Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.

I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why or being able to explain them.

Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.

Well, if I can't be happy, I can be useful, perhaps.

Don't cry so bitterly, but remember this day, and resolve with all your soul that you will never know another like it.

"Stay" is a charming word in a friend's vocabulary.

…on some occasions, women, like dreams, go by contraries.